It's hard to believe that 7 years ago I was walking into a hospital. Going in to get an amnio to check to see if the baby's lungs were mature enough for him to be born.
1: I needed a repeat C-section and was previously (with Noah) classically cut - so they wanted zero chance of my going into labor on my own, there was a fear about how quickly labor would advance.
2: I was utterly and completely miserable. It had been 12 years since having a normal non-premature/low baby weight baby ... this was a full term, fat hefty baby.
3: We wanted everything safe for both him and I ... so the biggest worry was if his lungs were ready.
So, we had gone in on September 2nd - and the amnio had come back immature lungs. So we waited a week.
I woke up the morning of September 9th - already in labor. My amnio wasn't until the afternoon. I didn't even really realize that I was in labor. You have to take account that I had been having contractions since I was 5 months pregnant, and on bedrest. So having contractions was nothing new to me. I was being a nut-job cleaning and getting stuff ready, re-ready, double checking, making sure everything for Noah and Nathan was done - that my Mom (who was staying with us to help out for the first few days and while I was in the hospital) had instructions, and everything she needed... Mom and DB kept asking me, repeatedly, if I was having contractions. They didn't feel any thing more than what I had been having, so I kept telling them no, nothing more than normal.
However, when I had to stop cleaning to breath through contractions? Well....
So it came time to go to the hospital and I still thought that the contractions were pretty much nothing to worry about.
We walked through the parking lot - and the part of the hospital before getting the door where cars pull up (street) area .... as we were crossing, and DB was way up there infront of me, I stopped in the middle of the road. Stopped. DEAD stopped. Gripping my stomach. STOPPED. DB turns around and says "Are you having a contraction?" .... and I snapped my head up and shouted, "No, I thought I would try to get hit by a car" ... he immediately started shaking his head and said "never going to live that stupid question down" .. and hell no he won't.
But we got up there, I got strapped up to the monitor and realized I was having contractions every 2 minutes. So when the doctor came in - I told him - I'm having contractions every 2 minutes. He starts talking up the amnio risks and stops in the middle of it and says ... "you really are having contractions every two minutes" ... he checked me and I was 3-4 cm dilated. Plans changed real quick.
I think had I not had that appointment, I probably would have stayed at home until it was almost too late.
The crib card on the collage above is the same one beside his big fat 7 year old hobbit foot below.
He got home from school and had one of those Happy Birthday crowns :) AND a birthday sticker
We still had to go pick up his cake, so we took him with us. He was looking through the book trying to "guess" what we got.
So she brought it out and opened it up ... and he leans over to me, and he whispers "I love it" .. lol. Made my day.
He picked out pizza for dinner...
Of course the cake....
I got a "birth" day cake too!! I have five birthdays a year. The day I was born, and the day I gave birth to each of my children. LOL
He got to go with us later when we had to run out and I stayed in the van with him, he of course had to be goofy. True to his character and personality.
